Rich Stunt Ex-husband [English translation] 豪门替身前夫

Chapter 32

Edited by Stickmaann

In recent summer, it was brighter than before, and the pale sky with mixed orange and yellow early sun rose from one end. Sunlight passed through the gap between the two sides of the floor-to-ceiling curtain and spread on the man's generous back.

It was not until early morning that Yun Xiao was willing to let go of the man under him. He was like a kid who begged for sugar, asking for the taste of Tang Ling's body repeatedly. Wake him up again and again after sleeping for less than two hours.

They haven't slept, at least he confirmed it last night.

Yun Xiao put on his pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head to look back at Tang Ling's closed eyes red, and he looked very obedient as he slept.

He raised his hand and stroked his somewhat dry lips, staring for a long time, and finally lowered his head to cover it, and gave a gentle kiss.

This is the second time he has kissed Tang Ling.

Not staying much, Yun Xiao got up to go back to the room, but kicked a little thing with his foot. He lowered his head and put a dark blue brocade box at his feet.

He lowered his body and picked up the small brocade box, only looking at the appearance to recognize this production, Zuo's jewelry unique silver trim is in the center of the brocade box. He opened it, and inside was a pair of cufflinks.

The pattern on the inside was very familiar. Yun Xiao walked to the window next to the desk and stopped. The pink and pink flowers were especially golden in the sun.

The cufflinks Zou Nai gave him, and the flowers Tang Ling planted by hand were all tulips.

Yun Xiao threw the cufflinks on the desktop and left his room without saying a word.

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The rumbling sound lingered in the bedroom, and the man on the bed woke up with frowning, feeling uncomfortable as if he fell apart.

He got up and went outside and saw Xiang Chen commanding something.

When Tang Ling walked to the garden again, he saw a small bulldozer pressing down the tulips he planted by himself, and several workers were cutting the flowering branches there.

"Xiang Chen! Tell them to stop!" Tang Ling rushed to stop the workers, regardless of physical pain.

Xiang Chen shook his head and said: "Tang Shao, this was ordered by President Yun, saying that what he hates most is flowers, and he doesn't want to see any flower seeds in the Imperial Garden again."

No matter how Tang Ling obstructed, they didn't stop.

"No, these are the flower for him... These are all for him..." Tang Ling knelt among the flowers and muttered to himself, trying to stuff the broken flower branches back into the soil.

Xiang Chen didn't look at him, and asked the workers to take away the flowers.

The flowers that were meant to be given to Mr. Zuo Nai. How could President Yun let them stay in the garden?

The workers and the bulldozer disappeared in the imperial garden in less than half an hour. Xiang Chen returned to Yun's report after finishing the work, leaving Tang Ling still in this messy land.

He took off his shirt, picked up the confiscated petals in the soil and put them in. Only after the sun disappeared did he retrieve a handful of petals.

They were still only remnants of flowers.

Yun Xiao is still mad at him, making changes to toss him around. It was useless for him to do anything now.

But these flowers were planted when they first lived together. After three years, Yun Xiao wanted to erase them without leaving a trace.

Have you ever thought about how I felt?

No, never.

Tang Ling took the petals back to the room, and put his clothes on the desk. The small brocade box happened to be there.

Yun Xiao didn't like flowers, so he couldn't give this gift.

He turned around and went to the bed. He crouched down and pulled up the sheets hanging on the carpet. The gift boxes of different colors, large and small, were covered with a thin layer of dust.

He gave out all his birthday presents before the age of seventeen. All the presents from Yun Xiao's return to China were piled up here. He didn't even give out the eighteen-year-old manhood gift.

Tang Ling took out a new gift box, put the small brocade box in with the petals, and put it back under the bed.